Real Gas - Gucci Mane, Don Mega, Waka Flocka

I’m in a real Dually, My life a real movie

Your girlfriend want to change her heart she is a real groupie

I’m rockin' real diamonds, you rockin' real

And this is not a water gun this is a real Uzi

I got more motherfucking money than a preacher, ho

I’m like a million dollars richer than a week ago

Got so much jewelry on I look just like a jewelry store

If you a bad bitch, why you wearing sneakers for?

You say your ballin', what you sittin' in the bleachers for?

Rolls Royce a head shot but my charger is a body blow

If you don’t suck it right, then I guess got to teach the ho

I’m smoking swishers not the same shit Wiz Khalifa smoke

I’m smoking real gas, spend money real fast

Lil' momma sexy but I wonder if that’s a real ass

I want her real bad, I got a real bag

I got it on with a long way I got that real cash

I roll with real niggas, I’m talking real killas'

And I suggest you stay in line we got bad tempers

I’m rockin' real Prada, I’m rocking real Louie

These other suckas' out here imposters, I’m the real Gucci

This is a one stop shop selling weed, mollies, xans

Steal from me I’m killing all close friends

He smoking dope out of chicken bones and soda cans

Clayton county that’s gangland

My shooters they got shooters man

He wanna rob better change his plans, when they run in his house everybody

backin' out and they shooting man

If you want the pounds I’m in Riverdale i’m out here send 100 bands,

on 85 that’s real shit, flex to much get your dome kicked

Can’t stand a lame and a broke bitch

It ain’t hard to tell nigga' I’m the man

Can’t fuck with soldiers or middle man

So I’m a boss nigga, I do boss shit

Like a GD I’m a boss bitch, hanging out the window with a chopstick

Got leather gloves with no mask, when I hit a lick

Just to let you know who took your shit

You lame as hell you a free pick, my young niggas they’ll murk your ass for a

half a brick

Need to rob that’s my

I’m smoking real gas, spend money real fast

Lil' momma sexy but I wonder if that’s a real ass

I want her real bad, I got a real bag

I got it on with a long way I got that real cash

I roll with real niggas, I’m talking real killas'

And I suggest you stay in line we got bad tempers

I’m rockin' real Prada, I’m rocking real Louie

These other suckas' out here imposters, I’m the real Gucci